Lucky Break (12 page)

"Nah, its the lifestyle. Its why we're in rock n roll, right?"

Jude was tired of the same old line and he realized he was becoming less convincing too. Unfortunately it was a role he felt he had to play. He didn't want the world to know about his personal life, that was messed up enough as it was. It was easier to play the dog, as a lot of women called him, than to risk the truth making the news.

"Man, gimme a break. You think we're blind? You think none of us see how you look at her? You keep saying you don't want to be here but you sit in the back of the bus, instead of hiding away in that room. I bet you sit back here so you can watch her without being too obvious."

"You don't know what you're talking about."

"I don't? I didn't come back here to whine about my life story. I came back here because I know you're going through the same thing." Dylan shifted a little in his seat to get a better look at Jordan. "And also because Jordan was busy talking to Lucky and this was the best place I could find to stare at her without looking like a fucking stalker."

He grinned at Jude who started laughing. "Then welcome to stalker central," Jude said. "But lets keep this between us."

Jude hadn't been on the road since Silverlight and hoped he would never return. There were too many women in the world and every time one walked past, he found someone new to love.

He couldn't do that to Lucky. If there was ever going to be something between them he needed to be sure he wasn't just drawn to her like a moth to a flame. He needed to listen to something other than his dick. Besides, she was young.

It wasn't her age, they were less than ten years apart. Lucky was so sheltered and naive though. He didn't want her to one day realize she missed out on life and resent him for what she lost. His heart had been broken enough times. He didn't want to go through that pain again.
 

He had no choice but to keep Lucky at a distance. Even if that distance kept shrinking.

Chapter Thirteen

Lucky quickly forgot about running for the bus once her eyes met Jude's as she slid into the seat next to Jordan. She grinned as she thought about peeking down the aisle at him, but didn't want to embarrass herself in case he was looking. As Jordan made herself comfortable, she pulled out her camera and showed Lucky some shots she took of last night's show.

"You gonna tell me about you and Dylan or do I need to drag it out of you?"

"We made up, not much more to say," Jordan said then turned away.

"You're blushing! Mark this day folks, Jordan Blake actually blushes."

"Shut up!" She hissed.

"Speak! I deserve to know. I spoke to him after I left you, you know."

"Yes I know. He said he was just trying to make me jealous because I hurt him. He thought I didn't care about him. I guess what Jude said is true, things aren't always the way they appear."

"Wait, when did you talk to Jude?"

"Last night, after the show while you were changing."

"What did he say? I mean how did that happen?"

"He wanted to talk to me about Dylan, that's all. I guess he felt bad for me. I didn’t realize how pathetic I must’ve looked."

Confused by Jude, Lucky's head spun during the bus ride. She had so many questions she needed to ask him, but talking to Jordan set her straight. How could she ask him why he didn't kiss her? Or why he was alone last night? It was time for her to grow up and stop obsessing over childish questions.

Dylan had been at the back of the bus for a while with Jude. She wanted to get a glimpse of Jude, see his tattoos peeking out of his shirt, his choppy hair perfect in an unobvious way. As she tried to think of a way to get a peek, she realized she couldn't without risking being caught, but why should she care? Tired of acting so stupid around him all the time, she summoned her courage and went to the back of the bus hoping no one else could hear the loud thumping of her heart.

"Hey, there's my lucky girl," Ross said.

Forgetting that Ross and Mike were on the bus, Lucky ignored the comment, not thinking it was for her. Suddenly he grabbed her arm, stopping her.

"Oh Ross, I'm sorry, hi. I need to–"

"Jeez, now that you have me all to yourself you're ignoring me?"

She didn't realize she ever paid him much attention to begin with. Unsure how to answer she laughed and hoped he let her go. Looking towards the back of the bus, she thought Jude looked angry.

"No, I just need to talk to Jude." She tried pulling her hand away.

"You're not telling me something. I came all this way for you, followed you on your tour. You're into him aren't you?"

"He's in my band and we need to talk about the set list. You wanted to come on the bus, I never invited you." The longer he held onto her arm, the angrier she got. "Now let go of me before I tell Stan you shouldn't be here."

"Everything ok, Lucky?" Stan asked with a serious look in his eye as he peered through the rear view mirror at them.

She yanked her arm away from Ross. "Everything's fine Stan, thank you."

Breathing a sigh of relief, she didn't realize the nerves she got every time she spoke to Jude were gone. She felt exhilarated for standing up for herself and made the rest of the walk up the aisle with a renewed sense of confidence.

"Hey Olivia, glad you came back here. I wanted to talk to you," Jude said.

She still couldn't believe he called her Olivia. Even Jordan didn't call her that and she knew she didn't care for Lucky. Olivia felt like a foreign name to her since no one used it, but she loved hearing his deep, husky voice when he said it. He made her name feel like something intimate that only they shared.

"I'm taking this opportunity to sit with my girl, see you guys later," Dylan said before heading down the aisle towards Jordan.

"You wanted to talk to me?"

"Yeah, about those guys. Take a seat."

"You saw that?" Her face dropped as she slumped in the seat next to him.

"I wanted to talk to you about them before I saw that. They shouldn't be on the bus."

"And I'm sure you never brought groupies along on your tour bus."

"Its different."

"How? Because I'm a girl? Are you saying that because I'm a girl I shouldn't have any fun? Maybe I should just stay at home and wait for Prince Charming while knitting a sweater."

"No, that's not what I meant."

"Then what?"

"They're just bad news, ok? I've seen guys like that. They're parasites."

"Well, they're my friends."

"Didn't look like that."

"Well..I.."
 

She didn't know what to say, but she didn't like that he was trying to control what she did. In her mind if she was a guy, Jude would've patted her on the back, not scolded her.

"Just be careful, Liv."

He got up and disappeared through the back door into the bedroom. She almost followed him in, ready to argue some more, but didn't know why. Having Ross and Mark on the bus was the last thing she wanted. Lucky had to get them off the bus. How Ross treated her before was reason enough, she just didn't know how to do it.

***

The sun was setting as the bus turned towards their hotel in Dallas. Surprised to see a bellhop standing outside in uniform, she wondered if they were at the right place.

"Stan, is this right?" She whispered to him over his shoulder as the bus hissed to a stop.

"That's right. We get to sleep first class tonight. The label arranges for the best hotel in the city when a tour member comes home."

"Home?" She turned around and looked down the rows of seats, as she tried to see if anyone looked more excited than usual. "Who's from Dallas?"

"Me! And I'm happy to be back. I think depending on the route, I might be from Chicago next time. Really nice hotels there." Stan winked at her as he opened the bus door.

Entering the hotel through the powered revolving door, Lucky couldn't believe how large and glamorous it was. She never traveled much before since her parents didn't have much money, so she wasn't used to seeing this kind of elegance.

The lobby was several stories high with glistening white marble floors, tall columns, and huge crystal chandeliers. In one corner a black baby grand piano sat in the middle of a lounge with several thickly upholstered chairs.

As Ross and Mark entered the hotel, Mark let out a low whistle. Kat bumped into Lucky as she came through the revolving door.

"Oops sorry Luck, you're supposed to keep walking after you exit the doors."

Lucky looked at her with surprise. She couldn't believe Kat would talk to her that way. Before she could say anything back, Kat had caught up to Ross and Mark and they headed to the bar.

"Fine they're on the bus, but they're not staying here are they?" Jordan asked, looping her arm through Lucky's to move her out of the way.

"No, no way. I really don't know what they're doing here, but I didn't think about that when I let them come on the bus. The label isn't paying for them, and I sure as hell aren't letting them in our room."

"Umm about that..."

"What?"

"Well only if you're ok with it, but I was thinking of spending the night with Dylan. Its just...geesh Lucky, look at this place. We'd never be able to afford anything like this on our own and well..."

"You don't have to tell me, I get it," Lucky said.

She heard the sound of Jude's boots thudding on the marble floor echo throughout the lobby and watched him go by. The muscles on his one arm bulged as he carried his duffle bag past them. Her heart skipped a beat.

"Since you guys have the night off, Dylan and I are going to have a real date. Our first date! I'm so excited!"

"I forgot how easy you were, putting out on the first date," she teased her.

"You're just jealous you big virgin!"

She was jealous. Not that Jordan had done it before or that she and Dylan would be together tonight. Lucky was jealous of that duffle bag Jude carried, of that notebook he lovingly wrote in. She knew it was stupid, but she wouldn't have minded being an inanimate object for once if it meant she could spend more time with him.

Opening the door to the hotel room, Lucky dropped her bags by the door. The suite was huge. Easily the size of a small apartment and much larger than any hotel room they stayed in so far.

She and Jordan began turning on lights as they walked through. The main living space had a large flat screen TV, stereo surround sound, and a large comfortable looking couch. When Lucky sat on a burgundy chair in the corner of the room by the window, she was surprised to find it reclined.

Each of the bedrooms had a huge king size bed with a dark blue comforter and white sheets. The bed looked fluffy and comfortable and Lucky knew she'd get the good night's rest she so desperately needed.

"I can't wait to see the bathroom!" Jordan said excitedly as she ran into the bathroom that separated the bedrooms. "Oh! Lucky! Get in here!"

Lucky entered the largest bathroom she had ever seen. Bone color ceramic tile covered the floor. Garnet colored granite
 
topped the two sink areas with long mirrors that covered the wall above them. In the corner of the room was a deep triangular whirlpool tub.

"Guess what I'm doing tonight," Lucky said.

"Hmm I wonder if Dylan has one in his room."

As Jordan started going through her clothing, Lucky left the room planning to explore. She wanted to look around more and figured she could stop in the restaurant to bring food to her room later, instead of waiting for room service.
 

The restaurant was a traditional steakhouse, dark wood walls with white linen tablecloths. Lucky couldn’t remember the last time she had a steak. It wasn’t a normal thing in her house to go out for steak, or really to go out much at all.

While the hostess, dressed in black slacks, a pleated white button shirt and a black vest, seated a couple, Lucky glanced over at the bar where Kat, Ross and Mike were doing shots. She heard Kat hoot then heard their laughter. She never understood the fascination with drinking and now that she had her first drink and felt its effects, she didn’t care for it. Lucky preferred being in control. She could embarrass herself easily enough without alcohol.